spiritualinspiration
spiritualinspiration:

In the book of James, the Bible tells us that we should wait for God’s promises like a farmer waits for his harvest. Now, I’ve never seen a farmer plant a crop and then worry night and day about whether or not it’s going to come up. He doesn’t lose sleep thinking, “Oh, I hope that my corn is going to take root. Please, God, let my corn bring a harvest.” No, he waits with confidence, knowing that the harvest will come. He does his part, and he knows that seed will produce a good crop.

In the same way, we should wait confidently for the promises of God. We have to stand firm on His Word. It’s not enough to just hope that your situation is going to turn around. Instead of the attitude, “I hope I get well,” have the attitude of confidence and say, “Thank You, Lord, that I am getting well.” Start waiting like the farmer. Wait with a knowing. Wait with confidence. Be sure that as you put God’s Word into practice, just like the farmer, you will see that harvest of blessing in your own life in return.

spiritualinspiration:

In the book of James, the Bible tells us that we should wait for God’s promises like a farmer waits for his harvest. Now, I’ve never seen a farmer plant a crop and then worry night and day about whether or not it’s going to come up. He doesn’t lose sleep thinking, “Oh, I hope that my corn is going to take root. Please, God, let my corn bring a harvest.” No, he waits with confidence, knowing that the harvest will come. He does his part, and he knows that seed will produce a good crop.

In the same way, we should wait confidently for the promises of God. We have to stand firm on His Word. It’s not enough to just hope that your situation is going to turn around. Instead of the attitude, “I hope I get well,” have the attitude of confidence and say, “Thank You, Lord, that I am getting well.” Start waiting like the farmer. Wait with a knowing. Wait with confidence. Be sure that as you put God’s Word into practice, just like the farmer, you will see that harvest of blessing in your own life in return.

tylerknott
tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #710 by Tyler Knott Gregson
Text for Tired Eyes:
There’s a gift I can give to you even though you’re not the gift loving type.It’s a small offering a single contribution a wrapper-free and bow-less boxfilled with something you never asked for but maybe you’ve always needed.This is my gift to you:I’ll be the eyes to see what you don’t and I’ll be the voice that fills the earsdeaf to those things for too many nights and too many days that followed.This is my tribute to all you don’t see, to the parentheses around your smileand the way laughter slithers from your lips and curls the corners of your mouthlike they’re tied to hidden kites flying in hidden skies.Open your eyes.This is to how your feet throw heat and warm mine and how the sensation of calmcan literally travel from your fingertip to my fingertips and up my armsinto my chest.  How the sight of you catching sight of me is enough to setmy heart sprinting. To the sheer volume of that heart’s beating and the wayit fills the room with noise like the sound of flags flapping in the wind,or broken songs beating through broken speakers, this is to all you don’t see,Open your eyes.This is to the sound of my name in your mouth the way it dances off your tongueand leapfrogs through the air to find me again.  To the whispers and the screams,and the muted mumblings of your tired morning voice and the wordsyou don’t remember saying and the ones you do. This is to the heartthat’s too big for your body and to your body that’s too small to holdall your dreams. To the ballet of beauty that fills the empty moments of yoursleeping and the sunlight that paints your face to pull you from it.Open your eyes.I’ll be the eyes to see what you can’t the constellations of frecklesand beauty marks and the forgotten scars from forgotten wounds.The hair that hangs like curtains over the windows of your eyes and the lightthat streams in from behind them from some other place better than herethe beckons me to follow.  To the pace of your breath and the warmth of iton my cheeks and to the tracing of fingers on the valleys of my back.This is my gift to you, and you’re not the gift loving type.A tribute to the details you forget to notice and picture they create.This is to you, all of you and what you are to all of me to the we to theme you help create and shape and heal and change for all the right reasonsat all the right times.Open your eyes.Tyler Knott Gregson

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #710 by Tyler Knott Gregson

Text for Tired Eyes:

There’s a gift I can give to you even though you’re not the gift loving type.
It’s a small offering a single contribution a wrapper-free and bow-less box
filled with something you never asked for but maybe you’ve always needed.
This is my gift to you:
I’ll be the eyes to see what you don’t and I’ll be the voice that fills the ears
deaf to those things for too many nights and too many days that followed.
This is my tribute to all you don’t see, to the parentheses around your smile
and the way laughter slithers from your lips and curls the corners of your mouth
like they’re tied to hidden kites flying in hidden skies.
Open your eyes.
This is to how your feet throw heat and warm mine and how the sensation of calm
can literally travel from your fingertip to my fingertips and up my arms
into my chest.  How the sight of you catching sight of me is enough to set
my heart sprinting. To the sheer volume of that heart’s beating and the way
it fills the room with noise like the sound of flags flapping in the wind,
or broken songs beating through broken speakers, this is to all you don’t see,
Open your eyes.
This is to the sound of my name in your mouth the way it dances off your tongue
and leapfrogs through the air to find me again.  To the whispers and the screams,
and the muted mumblings of your tired morning voice and the words
you don’t remember saying and the ones you do. This is to the heart
that’s too big for your body and to your body that’s too small to hold
all your dreams. To the ballet of beauty that fills the empty moments of your
sleeping and the sunlight that paints your face to pull you from it.
Open your eyes.
I’ll be the eyes to see what you can’t the constellations of freckles
and beauty marks and the forgotten scars from forgotten wounds.
The hair that hangs like curtains over the windows of your eyes and the light
that streams in from behind them from some other place better than here
the beckons me to follow.  To the pace of your breath and the warmth of it
on my cheeks and to the tracing of fingers on the valleys of my back.
This is my gift to you, and you’re not the gift loving type.
A tribute to the details you forget to notice and picture they create.
This is to you, all of you and what you are to all of me to the we to the
me you help create and shape and heal and change for all the right reasons
at all the right times.
Open your eyes.

Tyler Knott Gregson